C517 The Three of Them

After respectfully bowing, Tiange sat across from him. Before she could speak, Rong Qi had already picked up the teapot and filled the bone china cup in front of her. The steam blurred their view of each other, but his gentle voice drifted through the mist.

“Xiao Wenjun is not dead.”

Tiange, who always thought she didn’t care that much, felt her whole body relax at those words